Gently my eyes open and I whispered
Thank you for I can see
My feet moving slowly one in front of the other
Though my body stiff from the labor of work
I replied… thank you for your mercy
My mind recoiling the tasks that require my attention
My heart seems to fill with the beauty of the day
And I praise you for what you have given me
The house is silent
No words are heard
Little feet that once sounded like an army
Now long gone and marching to independence and their own battles
I wipe a crystal tear and thank you for the love you placed within my life
In the coolness of an autumn’s morn
I sit a listen to the Sunday morning symphony
A gift from You created by your loving hands
I hear a soft gentle voice…” to everything there is a season and by My grace there is a reason”
Admiration and thankfulness fill my soul
My lips quiver with soft words, I am unworthy, but yet You love me
Thank you Father for this day
Patricia Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-morning-moments/
